My Mother-my Guidepost

My Mother my Guidepost short poem

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She is the whole world to me
She is middle aged, still looks young
She possesses wrinkles, yet is the most beautiful
She is the lady with courage and strength
She strives for patience and perseverance
She believes “Work is Worship”
She is a theist and visits temple as a feast
She is my inspiration and teaches me no deviation
She is always there whenever I have a fear
Call out to your mother
When there is no other
I am not anything other
Than that moulded by MOTHER.

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A PhD in American Literature, Dr Disha Khanna- The Diva! possesses 10 years of hands on experience in the field of teaching at the university level. Dr Khanna, a philosophical, fun loving and adventurous person is the content writer of school and college books. She has to her credit the translation of Hindi novel to English "The World Beyond the Motherland". Dr Khanna is the twice recipient of "The Best Researcher's Award" at LPU in the field of Arts & Languages. Currently, Dr Khanna is working as the Associate Professor at GNA University, and even the supervisor to many research scholars.
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V.MUTHU MANICKAM
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No doubt, mother is the world though she is old and we too may have become old!

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